While reading them and also realized there was a chance Sawyer Bennett could end up being one of my porny spirit animals so I bought this for my ancient Nook when I received a B&N gift card. However, since I’m lazy I never bothered charging up said ancient Nook and put myself on the wait list at the liburrrrrrrrrry instead. My turn finally came around on Saturday morning so I downloaded this sumbitch and brewed my morning Donut House preparing for a lil’ taste . . .
What did I find upon commencing my reading????? A pretty graphic rape scene about a girl written from the perspective of the victim who had been roofied. Yowza! Obviously this isn’t a book for everyone. However, it didn’t take long for the story to unfold that our main character Sela didn’t remember much about the night of her rape, but when she sees her main perpetrator on the evening news some of the details come back to her. Said perp is now a multimillionaire owner of something called “The Sugar Bowl” and Sela decides on a course of action . . . .
“Infiltrate. Murder. Repeat. It’s a simple plan, really.”
Mitchell and I were all . . .
Alright, so Sela changes her appearance and sets herself up to be one of the “Sugar Babies” in order to get close enough to murder The Sugar Bowl owner JT as well as the other two scumbags who stole her innocence, but JT’s not interested in anything but blonde bimbos with no self-confidence so he gives her the brush-off. Enter Beck – JT’s partner who definitely has an eye for Sela. What starts as a one-night stand quickly turns into something else and both Beck and Sela find themselves in unchartered territory when they begin developing feelings for each other. Plus they make much of the sexy and it was oh so very delish . . . .
That doesn’t mean Sela doesn’t still have her eye on the prize, though. In fact, Sela has so much focus that she puts everything she’s developed with Beck on the line.
I am telling you I could not put this sucker down. I loved errrrrrrrything about it. I loved that Sela was broken, but Beck’s magic penis wasn’t what saved her – it was her own growth and acceptance instead. I loooooooooooooooooooooooooooved bad guy JT. No, not in the “yay for rapists” way, but he was the epitome of bad guy perfection. Think James Spader in Pretty In Pink. Oh so very easy to hate. I even loved the GD cliffhanger and y’all know I hate cliffhangers. The only problem I have is that now that I gorged myself on what is the literary equivalent of an entire cake I now resemble something like this . . . .
And I’m THIRD on the waiting list for book #2. WTF am I supposed to do with my life until my turn comes up?!?!??!?!?!?!?!